The Chat just made a joke about my poor skillz.

Charming and funny as he was in small groups, he was no glad-hander, backslapper, or baby-kisser.

an unpenned poem

From the river to the sea, the whole land will one day be free — free of all the terrorist factions, and free for people of every religious faith to live without fear of Islamonazism, in all its perverse variations.